I have lived two years in Paris and not once has a pigeon pooped on me.

The other day one got me good though.

After a long day of waiting tables i was walking home; I tilted my head to the right in order to stretch out the fatigue and FWAP. I immediately knew what it was ” REALLY!?!” I said to myself. That crotte had fallen right where my ear had just been. Unscathed and with just a little merde to wipe off the collar of my jacket I continued on my exhausted way.

Was this the city’s way of baptizing me?

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About Emilie

I'm a small girl with big ambitions and very little common sense it seems. I decided after I graduated from college that I would move from my little city of Lafayette Louisiana to the raging monster city that is Paris. In 4 months of planning I have now uprooted everything I had in an amazing town to live in a truly wild place where I have no idea WHAT I am going to do. But isn't that the fun of it all. So here is cheers to getting lost, breaking hearts, starving, and many wonderful adventures that come along with finding yourself.